September 20, 2015

Bamboo grove: Kencho-ji

In the bright sunlight of late summer, a lazy hot wind is slowly shaking the thick green leaves of the bamboo grove and making soft rustling sounds like the murmuring of an invisible stream deep in the grove.

Like a constant crisp wind, seasons are flowing swiftly and relentlessly before my eyes, leaving the transient but precious visions of life in my mind.

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